As my nephew once told me: "Some of my friends are Juggalos and they've tortured me for hours with that fucking music." Imagine that you work for an alternative newspaper and they assign you to review the latest album by ICP. So, you listen or at least you try to listen, but it makes no sense, it's mind numbing. The lyrics read like something a deranged sixth grader would keep in a journal hidden under his mattress. Finally you give up and the review consists entirely of a weak intro stating how you played the album non-stop for two weeks and it was funny as hell, followed by a random selection of song lyrics. Can't say I blame you. Whoot~Whoot!